This was the first time I’dactually thought about touching them. Now they were soinviting-small petite mounds with hard little nipplesthat poin...ted straight at me, like they had chosen me tomake love to them. I wondered what they tasted like.“Now,” Debbie said, “you take my panties off and thenI’ll pull yours down, okay?”“Well . . .” Somehow, I hadn’t actually thought we wouldbe completely naked so I hesitated for a moment. ButDebbie. “No silly, my tit, tweak my tit.” Amazingly he was able to blush again, giving that so much blood was being used to keep his cock erect. Gail slipped a hand under the pillow to grab a hand full of tissue that had been put there in anticipation of what she did next. She wet her finger with her tongue and placed it along with her thumb on his cock just below the head. Massaging that special spot behind the cock head, his cock began to jerk. “Oh, oh.” He cried as his cock gave up its load. She. It even had a huge clip on it. Shit, thought Clipper. I am fifty-five years old, and this is the first time I remember ever looking down the muzzle of a gun like this. That guy with the .22 that time, that little hole? I didn’t even notice it. But this? Damn. What a hole that thing has. What a giant freakin’ hole in the end of it. A cannon. It looked like death to him. Not as obviously death as a double barreled shotgun might have, but death none the less. True death.The man still hadn’t. Aisha opened a door and through her tears said, "Manu is down there."Lila kissed Aisha, "Thank you for everything."Lila descended the stairs; she expected the basement to be stuffy, hot with the flames of braziers, to hear the wailing of the condemned, the screams of the tortured. Instead she entered a plain, air-conditioned room, with an unlit fireplace, a leather armchair and, on the wall, instead of shackles, she saw long bookcases. A figure, a tall, dark man, sat on the armchair, a book in.